He glanced inside but didn't let Micki know he was watching.
"Come." Micki pulled on the dog's leash but the pooch remained stubbornly committed to her current position.
The dog lay on her back, spread-eagle on the floor.
"You spoiled, pampered mutt!" Micki growled in frustration. "I will not rub your belly every time I want you to listen to me. It took me fifteen minutes of massaging just to get you out of the apartment to poop this morning and another twenty to get you to leave with me to go to work!"
Damian chuckled. "Isn't that just like a lady? Give a hand and next time she'll take the whole arm."
Micki glanced up, startled. Once the shock evaporated, a warm glow of appreciation spread across her face.
It was definitely a look that said it's nice to see you, Damian thought. The feeling was definitely mutual.
"Apparently Noodle's from the upper, spoiled class."
He chuckled. "Either that or she's just missing your uncle."
Micki raised an eyebrow in disbelief. "He's crotchety and cranky and that's on a good day. Oh and did I mention he lied? The dog is not trained to help people. She flunked doggy school."
"But she loves your uncle for who he is."
Micki laughed, a light, appealing and definitely arousing sound. He hadn't realized how much he needed to see her-see her happy and enjoying life-until right now.
"You've got a good point. And I'm going to ignore her until she starts doing things my way. Either that or I’ll have to say-to hell with the rules and deposit the dog at the rehab facility because I can't take much more of this." She walked back toward her desk, motioning for Damian to come inside. "So what are you doing in my neck of the woods?" she asked lightly.
Too lightly, Damian thought In fact, for a woman who'd ducked out on him two weeks ago, she was acting awfully pleased to see him now. And that was the key word, Damian thought. Acting. The distance she'd been deliberately placing between them was more real than the smile on her face at the moment.
/> "I'm here to share some news." He lowered himself into a large chair across from her desk. He was disturbed that he didn't feel as emotionally free as he should and wished he understood the heaviness still in his heart.
Micki took in Damian's conflicted expression. "What's going on?" she asked, suddenly on guard.
Micki had been counting the days even if she wouldn't admit it aloud and she knew it was time. There'd only be one piece of news Damian could possibly want to share.
"The test results are in and…"
Micki leaned over her desk, her heart racing, her throat dry. "And?"
"It's not mine," he said, obviously still in shock. "All this time and energy, all this fear and anticipation and the baby isn't mine "
"That's fantastic!" she said, rising and coming around the desk before she could stop herself. "Damian, this is the best news!" She wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him tight because not only did she think he needed the support and physical contact, but because she knew she needed it even more.
"Yeah, it is." His hugged her back, his face buried in her neck, his scruffy half beard rubbing her skin.
God, he turned her on, she thought, wishing they could act on the feelings instead of having the all important discussion that was necessary. The one they'd been destined to have once he finally received the test results.
She stepped back and leaned against her desk. "You know I had no doubt you'd have made a great father if it came to that."
His lips turned up in a grim smile. "That was probably the one thing that got me through. Your faith in me when I had none in myself."
She shrugged, embarrassed her feelings about him were so obvious. "I'm glad to have helped. I'm also glad it turned out the way you wanted it to."
"Yeah. Funny thing about that," he began.
"Wait, okay? There's something more I have to say."
He shifted in his seat, getting more comfortable. "Okay. Shoot."
Micki drew a deep breath. "First I just want to make sure you realize we need to schedule a press conference of sorts or release a statement and get your words out there first. We want this story to end with your spin on it, nobody else's."